Personally I hate packing. If theres one thing to destroy me as a person its packing. Once again moving to a new place with all the difficulties and hurdles to overcome, the challenges and excitement, the opportunity… packing may symbolise that new start and hope mixed with the anxiety, but for me packing means we have to work out what memories we take with us, what parts of ourselves do we leave behind. How much of our own legacy do we allow to dictate its way into the new present. What do I have to leave behind.
It would be easier to not pack anything up and leave my family home with nothing however that will not help me. What about the many resources I have, the comfort in familiarity in a new place and the terrible impression I would leave on my family. More to the point I like the stuff that I have accumulated, received, collected and found. I just hate that it has to be packed up in a box. It always makes me wonder how much stuff do we store, in terms of negative thoughts, a self destroying image perhaps, the weight of bullies, broken hearts broken friendships, that we could give up and leave behind.
Having grown up in a family that moved a lot I’m not stranger to having unpacked boxes from the house move 3-5 years previously. I don’t want that.
New creation, new beginning but I still want something of the old? It applies to the house as much as an individual. As a person going into a new place I could be anyone… how much will be new – as I have a new part to my identity under the job role and how much will stay?
What does this mean theologically as we are transformed into a new creation in Christ how do we tie that in with who we where and who we are to be in Christ?